Weapons Of War (feat. Profit)

I remember slanging crack was the thing to do

It was either your daddy this or your daddy slang too

It was either your mama whooped that ass and never came through

It was only death or green 'til my dreams came true

Options kinda thin, I dropped out, I'm tired of them

Telling me I'm not a gem, this bullshit has got to end

So I guess I'm on my own, fifteen without a home

I just know I'm not gon' fold 'til I see that pot of gold

No family dinners, no curfews, no bedtimes

We barely living, gotta work through the deadline

When work's hitting that earned you direct lines

The huge connects but you're pursuing dead time

Your best friends will turn into best kept lies

And expect you to step aside and step through the exit sign

There's not a chance, I don't got a lot of plans

See I scribe bars but that dream's far from where I stand

I met my father in a jail cell when I was seventeen

He abandoned me as a child and it fucked with my self-esteem

Wasn't there to protect me, now I got demons when I dream

His dope addiction was more important than me and getting clean

My mother was just a teen when she birthed her only son

Ironically that same age when my first daughter would come

Grew up sinning, no religion, no church when I was young

Ain't have a piece of the pie so I searched to get a crumb

The worst is yet to come, jail cells and iron gates

Buying and supplying base, kick doors for higher stakes

I live for violence, no balance like when your tire shakes

My talents was rhyming, grinding, and jumping off of fire escapes

I liked to fight too, my hands was vicious

Shoot for me and miss, you might as well cancel Christmas

In my era we pushed weight, no plans for fitness

You just a victim, your man's a witness

But I'm a motherfucking soldier

Growing up I had enough of hearing how I had it rough

There was a lot of downs but yeah it had its ups

Characteristics of my arrogant existence

Is away from food stamps and public assistance

I'm fighting the resistance that seems to surround me

I'm hiking on a mission, barefooted for the bounty

Rapping in sessions as a means of expression

To escape the stresses that was busting my chest in

I thought about my father when I heard Jesus Walks

I begged God to see him walk, believe me not

It never happened, my faith was severed without any actions

Felt alone in the desert's ashes

This is where the phoenix rises, awake the sleeping giant

Realizing the truth and the greedy bribing

The humbling moments of the fumbling

Your focus locked up when it's coming

And summer's approaching